Submission: Servicing the Billionaire Part 4 (A BDSM Erotic Romance) by Adriana Rossi

Submission: Servicing the Billionaire Part 4
(A BDSM Erotic Romance)
    Published by Adriana Rossi at Smashwords
    Copyright 2012 Adriana Rossi
     
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    She left work in a hurry so that she could go
home and read the rest of the contract. As soon as she had passed
the threshold of her apartment, she grabbed her laptop out of her
bag and powered it on. She printed the contract, which was a
whopping 68 pages, and made a cup of tea. Mary seized the freshly
printed paper and stapled them together, determined to get through
it all.
    Soon, almost the entirety of the contract was
highlighted in yellow. What was ‘caning?’ Fisting? Much of
the terminology was lost on her. She researched a bit online, her
eyes widening at the photos depicting various acts. She found out
enough to know that if she allowed Mr. White to do all the sexual
acts listed on the contract, she would soon be colored in black and
blue. Not all of it was horrible, though. The idea of being
handcuffed and tied to a stock, allowing Mr. White to take her in
any position he wanted, filled her body with warmth. But did she
really want to be on call for him, subject to his every whim? Mary
wasn’t sure.
    In the morning, she dressed in modest
clothes. She gave a wry grin at the thought of how it would annoy
her demanding boss.
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    The restaurant Mr. White had chosen for lunch
was small and had an alarming amount of windows. It was the
afternoon and the sidewalk was awash in sunlight. Mary peered at
the restaurant’s interior under her sunglasses, wondering how on
earth they would get through lunch without Mr. White roasting to a
crisp.
    As the hostess opened the doors for her, she
spotted him in a secluded area of the restaurant far away from the
windows. Looking outside, she noticed that it was quite dark; the
windows must have been tinted.
    “I’m meeting someone—”
    “Ms. Kramar,” she interjected. “Yes, right
this way.”
    Mary followed the smartly dressed hostess.
Mr. White’s handsome face lifted from the menu and gave her a rare
smile. A pair of Ray-Ban sunglasses rested on the table, and his
fingers drummed happily on the wood. Her heart pounded as she took
her seat, returning the smile. He poured her a glass of
Chardonnay.
    “I’m very happy to see you here, Miss
Kramar.”
    Mary reached for her glass and took a sip of
wine. It was strange. Mr. White was often moody and sarcastic, but
the expression on his face was light. She could practically feel
the giddiness emanating from him the way he bounced in his
seat.
    “Good to see you,” she said. She glanced
around before whispering in a low voice. “Isn’t a place like this
dangerous for your…condition?”
    “I just found this place. Tinted windows that
block UV rays,” he sighed and stared longingly at the people
walking down the sidewalk.
    She set the glass down. “I have some
questions about the contract?”
    “Well, I thought the contract was quite
clear,” he said, adopting a business-like tone again.
    The wine slipped down her throat as she
considered her question. She was almost afraid of the answer, but
had to ask. “What exactly do you want from me, Mr. White?” She
gestured to the contract. “Is this strictly a friends with benefits
thing or—are you looking for a relationship?”
    To her relief, Mr.White didn’t laugh in
response to her question. He studied the table, suddenly
thoughtful. “What I envision for us is a dominant-submissive
relationship. You must understand; I crave control. To outsiders,
you would look like my date. I will take you to events, out to
dinner, whatever you like. I do not usually have exclusive
relationships with my subs.” He looked at